Perfect Killer Page 31
by Robb T White
‘What the hell,’ she told Cee on the phone, still anchored to an FBI desk at the time, ‘I’m no beauty anyway. Cee? You still there?’
‘I’ve never heard you cuss before,’ she said.
‘New Mexico has brought out a different side of me.’
‘No,’ Shaughnessy said after a second lengthier pause, ‘you had it in you all the time. But there is one thing I want to insist on before I make another commitment.’
‘What is it?’
‘If this works out, you and me, I want my name to go first on the glass next year.’
‘Deal,’ Jade said.